When this topic was brought up, Klein's first reaction was Amon.
He quickly realized that was impossible—not to mention whether Amon would suddenly have such an idea one day, if the evil god here were Amon, Alice's attitude absolutely wouldn't be this serious.
She would definitely laugh at him viciously.
If it's not Amon, then who could it be?
Klein only thought for a moment before remembering why he had called Alice here.
The authority of the god in the revelation seems to be related to birth and reproduction? No, that's probably inappropriate. The correct interpretation might be that that god wants to give him a child...
Wait, that's not right. Why would Alice say such a thing?
Klein sharply looked toward Alice. Alice easily read the question in his eyes and explained:
"Something is wrong with Cynthia.
"Hah, if you had your own church, the scene I saw in my prophecy would definitely be suitable as a religious painting…
"When you first descended into the world, you already displayed divine charm. That unknown god perceived the great power contained within you, descended with an avatar especially, desiring to build a new life with you...
"No, Cynthia probably doesn't qualify as an avatar—at most she's a believer of an evil god. For an avatar, at the very least…"
Alice suddenly stopped speaking. She recalled her past joke—"a true god walking upon the earth."
Ah… in that case, wouldn't she also count as a kind of divine descent, an avatar...
This logic flowed smoothly. Alice followed the silky logic and came to a reasonable conclusion: Cynthia's lines should actually be said by her. [Note ①]
She adjusted her expression, lowered her eyelids, half-bit her lip, a faint curve appeared at the corner of her mouth, and a blush spread across her cheeks.
Then she lowered her head, fluttered her eyelashes, her eyes half-raised looking toward Klein, voice soft and shy:
"Mr. Fool, I want... I want to have a child with you…"
—Thanks to the extraordinary ability of the "Machine," imitating Cynthia's expression and tone was not difficult for Alice at all.
To this, Klein only had one thing to say: "Are you crazy?!"
It was obvious he didn't believe Alice's words at all—his voice was full of fear and doubt, and the way he looked at her was like looking at a mental patient, or maybe someone with a contagious disease.
This made Alice heartbroken—at least on the surface it looked like that. She lowered her gaze, tears welled in her eyes, and her entire person looked disheartened.
Klein didn't believe a word. He stared at Alice in silence for two seconds, then said with a complicated expression: "Your acting is getting better and better."
"What's the use of that? I still can't fool you, Mr. Fool," Alice withdrew her fake tears, sighed falsely, and lamented with an old-soul attitude.
Klein silently stared at her, deciding not to respond again until she started talking seriously.
Alice pouted, withdrew the unnecessary expression, and reminded: "Stay away from Cynthia."
"That can't be too obvious, right…" Klein pinched the bridge of his nose, walked over to the bathtub, paused, and looked back at Alice, who had no intention of leaving.
They stared at each other for more than ten seconds, then Alice came to a baffling conclusion: "Are you inviting me to bathe together?"
Klein opened his mouth in shock and muttered: "I think, given our relationship, under no circumstances should I make that kind of invitation…"
"I think so too," Alice nodded. "That's why I had to confirm."
So I'm supposed to praise you now?
Klein widened his eyes at Alice. Alice looked back at him in confusion. After more than ten seconds, Klein looked away first and coldly said:
"Get out."
Alice looked at the floor and the closed door, hesitantly confirming: "This… if I roll, I probably can't roll out, right?"
Klein's serious expression collapsed. He helplessly looked at Alice and sighed:
"I wasn't... never mind, whatever method, just get out first!"
Alice obediently disappeared from the spot.
Klein controlled himself not to think about how Alice probably hadn't really left, pretended nothing was there, took off his clothes, and immersed himself in the hot water.
But in reality, Alice had indeed left the washroom.
Alice was currently spying on Cynthia.
At that moment, Cynthia had already changed into a pure silk nightgown. Alice's spirituality noticed a strange necklace at the collar before her eyes did.
As for Alice's eyes… she stared at the open neckline of Cynthia's robe, swallowed hard, and looked away.
So pretty… just a little longer—no! Alice, you have a proper task, stop looking!
—Her eyes had betrayed her not long ago, now admiring a beauty.
Everyone loves beauty, but this is not the right occasion… Alice gritted her teeth and decisively used extraordinary ability to strip away unnecessary emotion.
This time, she successfully averted her gaze and began closely observing the strange necklace.
The necklace looked like a black rhino horn shrunk to just the length of a knuckle. Cynthia removed the necklace and tucked it under her pillow.
Alice hesitated for two seconds as she looked at Cynthia's back, then stepped forward and retrieved the necklace.
—Her spirituality told her this wouldn't be dangerous, and she was confident Cynthia wouldn't notice.
Then, if she used this necklace as a medium to glimpse Cynthia's fate...
Her spirituality pulsed lightly, giving similar feedback as earlier—slightly more dangerous, but not by much.
Thus, the scale tipped in favor of investigation. Alice extended her spirituality into the necklace.
Scene after scene flashed rapidly, like a fast-forwarding movie. When it reached a certain point, Alice slowed the playback.
She saw Cynthia scrape some powder from the necklace with a metal sheet, sprinkling it into a white glazed porcelain teacup filled with hot water.
So it's because of that… Alice pursed her lips and continued searching forward. The images flashed quickly again, and one scene caught Alice's attention.
In the image, Cynthia stood in the bedroom, holding the necklace in her palm, praying devoutly:
"Great Desire Mother Tree, please make me more alluring, let General Emilius become more infatuated with me, let him experience ultimate pleasure from me, and give me a child…"
"Desire Mother Tree…" Alice withdrew from the visions, looked at the necklace in her hand thoughtfully, "This name doesn't seem to emphasize birth—it seems more focused on desire instead…"
She furrowed her brows, recalling Cynthia's prayer, realizing that in this matter, the core element might be lust.
(End of Chapter)